You Better Not Cry: Stories For Christmas (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
So much pure, diffused sun felt like a shoplifted luxury; like sleeping until eleven on a Monday morning. Even without my glasses, I could make out the heavy drapes and see that they were pulled all the way open. My first thought, What a spectacular morning, was followed immediately by, But I don’t have drapes. Even out of focus, a seven-foot armoire was difficult to miss, especially when it was exactly where my beer-can pyramid should have been. I blinked. A marble-topped nightstand was on my left. Once again, Where was my upside-down white plastic laundry hamper bedside table? The only marble in my apartment was the threshold at the bathroom door. There was a delicate, pale green china cup and saucer on top of the nightstand. The cup was half-filled with coffee and two spent Sweet’N Low packets lay on the marble beside the saucer. The handle of the cup faced away from me, and though I noticed this, I did not consider what it implied.
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